Eve of Separation

Eve of Separation

Wait . . . behold manipulate.
Behind every color there’s a hue of hate
Every black, every white, every yellow colored seed
Every type of shade of shit: Always driven by greed.
Every open mouth I see a sea of shit dropping out
Lead with a reason, then the reason keeps dropping out.
Replaced with green, all the money covers well
Your own cankerous stench, you never seem to smell.

Kill for the money, kill for the money… Kill
Kill for the money, yes indeed, it’s fun time

Politically correct can strip my clothes and suck my dick
If I were a woman and not a man
You’d strip my clothes and lick my clit
Profit at the expense of others and a stench you never smell
In the rancid crotch of lovers fucking seems to profit well
When the meat’s gone bad: get your money = gender = need
Equal Rights don’t mean shit when what they care about is greed.
I can preach that you’re worthless one hundred different ways
But read my green, it’s down: you’ll continue in your daze

Kill for the money, kill for the money… Kill
Kill for the money, yes indeed, it’s fun time